Not yet...we have a miserable cat. She's allowed at my feet.
Which reminds me, the other day, I was getting ready to get in the shower, and was sitting for a moment before hand. That stupid animal jumped onto the back of the toilet onto the toilet paper rolls that were sitting there, then slid down and grabbed the first thing she found purchase in, my rosie cheeks. My wife could not help extract her claws from the small of my back on account of almost dying laughing. And she wonders why I hate that cat.
I think you spelled that wrong....




Sorry, been there, felt that before!
And no, I didn't... Peg's a girl anyways...
